Saturday Afternoon

Good afternoon,

I am just relaxing after a nice lunch with friends.

It is a beautiful day and I have been out and about.

I forgot to say this morning, I woke at quarter-to-five from a horrible dream about dealing with the Scott-Joynts, I dreamed that Mrs Scott-Joynt was doing as she used to, trying to make things alright, which she couldn't because her husband and Jane Fisher gave her such a warped picture of things, and I wasn't interested, so I was telling Bishop Scott-Joynt off, he was trying to escape and make excuses and I called him a selfish incompetent man, I was so angry in my dream, and JM was there as well twisting things further, which made me more angry.
I woke up angry and I thing I had been berating them out loud.
I needed three cups of tea and a shower to calm me down.

I have just seen Bob Hill's new blog.
I wish people would stop writing rubbish in the comments, someone trying to tell Bob that I wasn't deported in my pyjamas, when I was, and trying to get Bob to shush.

I was in my pyjamas, my pyjamas were dark blue tracksuit bottoms and a blue top, I wasn't wearing a bra and I was wearing soft indoor shoes, not suitable for being homeless in but I was left homeless in them, I was not wearing a bra when I was arrested, deported or in prison, because I was arrested when I got out of bed, I was wearing a jumper because I had been shaking with shock at the previous day's happenings, which are not recorded accurately or explained properly.

Anyway, back to the present before I have a collapse.

I got a load of money through today, and so I re-start my therapy on Monday.